Until very recently, electoral politics has been a contest of façades, rhetorical and visual simulacra competing with other ones. Somewhere underneath it all, real flesh-and-blood people are straitjacketed in talking-points and boilerplate, forming over them like a full-body mask.
This is such a commonplace that no one questions it. We expect it. Even those of us who like to get at the root of things -- literally, radicals -- find ourselves quite at home in this discursive world of the anodyne, the commonplace, the glib and thoughtless formulation. We, too, share in the babbled, incoherent language of somnambulists, and speak it too often ourselves.